Page 17 of The Magic of Revenge
“It’s just, what you said, about the urges you have to make me happy. I’m sorry that I hurt you and that I doubted our connection.”
“I understand. It’s a lot to take in even if you know everything about how it works. I know I can come off as overbearing and strong,” he admitted as he continued to wash me. There was just something about Bram that calmed me. Despite the world being in total chaos, he grounded me. Kept me level.
“Tomorrow I’m going to mate you, Goldie. Tonight, I’m going to let you rest and get some energy back because tomorrow, you’re mine. I’m going to make every one of your holes my motherfucking home. Our bodies are going to become one being, our souls will become one entity. The way it should be. Now, let me kiss you some more before I go tuck you into bed between your Fischers.”
He’s gonna make my holes his home?My inner witch was jumping up and down holding up a vacancies sign. Because, you know, multiple openings.
“What are you thinking about, Goldie?” Bram smirked, knowing that I was every bit as nuts as he was.
“Nothing. Shut up and kiss me stupid, you giant ginger demon.”
He did. Oh my gods, he fucking did.
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A little while later,I was feeling loved up and light as a feather. Really, it was like I was floating on a cloud as I moved through the upstairs of my home, heading for the guest room. Bram lifted me so that I could slip in between the Fischers. So fucking weird to call them that, but not as weird as seeing an exact replica of my boyfriend.
"Sleep well, princess. I'll be in your bed if you need anything," Bram said, leaning over and dropping a soft kiss to my lips that were now swollen from the way he'd worshipped them in the shower.
The door creaked and I heard the soft padding of paws before Maven appeared at the foot of the bed, curling up into a ball and promptly snoozing away. He'd been clingier than ever. I guessed he could sense all of the chaos around me and wasn't sure how to help. But this helped, just having my little furry friend with me. He'd been my ally for so long. He wasn't a dog, but he certainly had the loyalty of one. It was just the attitude of a tomcat he possessed that threw the whole thing off.
"Thank you, Bram. For everything. I'll see you in the morning," I whispered, not wanting to disturb the two men beside me. Ridiculous, really, seeing as how they were unresponsive.
He winked at me and said something about preparations he needed to see to, and then he was out the door, flipping the light and plunging the room into darkness.
I took a deep breath, exhaustion rapidly taking over every single atom in my body. There was something I needed to do first though.
"Fischer, I don't know if you can hear me. Or which one of you I should be speaking to. Maybe both of you?" Rolling over on my right side, I wrapped my leg around his hips and snuggled tightly against his still body. Reaching behind me, I grabbed the other Fischer’s hand and placed it on my waist. Inhaling, his scent hit me and the tears wasted no fucking time making their appearance.
"Guppy," I croaked. "Y-you l-left me... You died. You were d-dead." I was sobbing in earnest now, the pain hitting me tenfold now that the events of the day had died down and the magnitude of what had happened settled in. My throat felt like it was closing, but I needed to tell him these things.
"I don't know how I did it, but I brought you back. My power, it's fucking terrifying. I think I might be capable of terrible, terrible things, Guppy. I know now how you feel. You need to come back to me. I fucking need you, don't you see?" I looked at his face, his perfectly still, beautiful face. I’d do anything to get rid of that image of him lying dead in the forest. That would haunt me for the rest of my life.
"All I can think about is all the ways I'm going to destroy her for doing this. For daring to think she could fucking take you away from me, that she could take the others. Oh stars, Guppy, I miss them so much. But when I think about that, the hurt, the pain, and the longing, my mind circles right back around to the endless ways I can ruin that bitch. I'm going to make sure she can never harm me or anyone else again," I vowed, vehemence dripping from my tone. I barely sounded like myself.
"Don't let me go too dark, Guppy. I want to so bad, so fucking bad. Shut down and just let the hate fuel me, wouldn't that be easier? I need to find the others, and find you, but I'm so scared I'm going to lose myself in the process."
My tears continued to fall, the fabric of his shirt damp from the physical manifestation of my misery. When my eyes felt scratchy and raw, I rolled over and held the other Fischer the same way. This one had a slightly different scent, but my brain was far too frazzled to dwell on it any further.
"Don't you ever fucking leave me again, Fischer."
It was probably my imagination, but I could have sworn that his heartbeat raced at my words and that the hand I was holding squeezed mine.
Then the darkness came and I let it hug me like an old friend.
Following Laurie, Palmer, and Bryce into the large dining room, smells of the food wafted through the air and my stomach growled. There was a large rectangular table in the middle of the room, with seating for twelve. The original rustic vibe carried from the main entrance into this room as well. The walls consisted of both smooth and jagged rock that must have been used in the creation of this castle years ago.
Laurie walked to the head of the table and took a seat. I lifted an eyebrow, wondering just exactly who this woman was. She certainly had an air of confidence about her. The kind of confidence that lets everyone around you know that you didn't give a fuck what they thought. You belonged here and you ran that shit.
Palmer took a seat to Laurie's left. The two women bent their heads together, whispering about something that I couldn’t hear. With my panther gone, it was getting harder and harder to use my supernatural abilities, like my heightened hearing and increased sense of smell.
"Have a seat, gentleman. Asrael will be here any moment and he does not like to wait when he’s hungry." Laurie signaled to the waitstaff to begin serving us drinks.
I eagerly took my glass of wine from the server and took a healthy swallow. The way Cam and Sloane were looking at me with concern made me wonder what my face was looking like at that moment. Honestly, I felt like I'd been hit by a truck. Somewhere out there, I had a mate. And she was alone. Just the thought of that sent another jarring shot of pain through my chest and I found it hard to take a deep breath.
"Are you okay?" Cam whispered.
"Yeah. I'm good." I noticed Laurie studying me and I didn't want to give anything away, so I added, "Just hungry. The food smells amazing."
